the well so deep, yesterday
not so much today
to fill the pit beneath me
light is like words
encouraging yet thin
but your hand
it breaks the stone
it clears the path
these wells that form
deep under foot
bored out by our own hands
when standing still too long
when night destroys the day
where life soon cools
and slowly turns to stone
alone in the well
it fills with atrophy and shame
the slightest push
the faintest shove
the stone it cannot form
we fill it in again
and hope momentum
carves a path instead
to my love
A warm glow fills the room with ambient life.
It dances it’s colorful song in abundance just outside my window.
I peer into the light.
My restless limbs heavy as I turn.
My dreams all but faded into the subconscious.
The light beckons as it burns.
The sound of my heart broken by a passing train.
How did I get here again?
I have known the darkest places in my mind.
Felt life slipping away.
Held death in it’s last breath in my arms.
How is it the finest of threads holds so strong?
Unseen in this darkest of places.
It is not my heart that hurts, but my soul.
Even in her smile, her laughter, her love
… darkness consumes.
Holding on to this little white pill.
Is it for me?
Or is it for society?
It’s what we do until the universe claims it’s ground.
Until the weight of life is so faint, gravity pulls it beneath the waves.
This song is not about the living.
Nor these words a burden to bare.
Some are ghosts among us.
Some are the art and scars we carry deep inside our soul.